Love is not love.

Bros – 3.5/5

Bros has the good and bad present within the church of latter-day Apatow. Way too long, way too reliant on what used to feel like a sentimental underbelly but has become a sentimental überbelly. The good that he's always relied on is in attaching a simple premise on a magnetic personality—and man, is Billy Eichner a magnet; a clear north and south pole that can attract and/or repel. Easy to love, easy to hate. He gets upset with people, he yells at people, he complains about everything. He is difficult. And so seeing him tender and dewy-eyed and affectionate is interesting. It's interesting! And then, to do as the movie promised, to show a sweet and sincere love story between two men while being very upfront and casual about blowjobs and threesomes and foursomes and thrusting and tops and bottoms and casual steroid use and very 'this is normal' while exploring the very as-never-seen-before-on-TV way that gay people have sex... my friends, this film is transgressive!! It really is something new that I have not seen in all my days. There's an easiness to it that sits on top of and upends all of the hard work to get here. From what I can tell, the movie failed on traditional metrics, maybe—probably—because it's not as interesting or as funny as it could be on a storytelling front, but friends and fellow followers of the cinematic arts, this movie is a needle moved further to the right. Praise be.